Game of Thrones Overlord Conquest

The army of the Holy City is stationed at the foot of Mount Our Lady. This place seems very suitable for resting and can avoid any sudden attacks. (っ◔◡◔)っ

Because it was to the east, the army was protected by the stretched mountain walls, and there was a large river as a barrier to the west. The rushing river flowed from the valley all the way to the grassland, turned a big bend at the foot of the mountain, and flowed south.

In front is an open space about five miles wide. The terrain here slowly rises to the north, and the camp is built on it. If an enemy approaches from the south, they can be noticed at once and attack first from a high position.

A group of cavalry followed the weed-covered riverbed and embarked on a green path leading to higher ground. The weeds on the road were trampled by horses' hooves, revealing the conspicuous brown soil.

At the end of the road, the grass is as clean as the silk thrown from the sky to the world, and small flowers bloom like countless pearls.

The cavalry crossed this beautiful land and went straight forward to the hills. They finally arrived at the gate of the camp.

There were many Samiliana female warriors on horseback standing there. As soon as they saw the cavalry approaching, they immediately blocked the way with their spears.

"Stop, Sote Khal ordered that no one is allowed to enter this gate unless they are our allies. You look like Dothraki, and you can still come from the grass familiarly. We have been watching you for a long time, and we are sure you have never I haven’t met you, who are you and what’s your purpose?”

They shouted in clear and proficient Dothraki, asking the visitor to reveal their identity and purpose. There was curiosity in their eyes, and more of a fierce desire to fight.

"We are not enemies. 6⃞ 9⃞ s⃞ h⃞ u⃞ x⃞ .⃞ hil c⃞ o⃞ m⃞" The leading cavalry stared at the guards with sharp eyes and said impatiently:

"I am the son of Khal Ogo, Fogo. My mission has nothing to do with you, so I have no comment. The person I want to meet is Khal Sote himself. Time is running out. Go and inform him that we have arrived. "

"He is the stubborn horse and the stubborn donkey."

"The title given by Kaa is indeed not something that ordinary people can have. I will inform the master and ask for his opinion."

The female warriors of Shamiliana exchanged a few words with each other in an ancient Herculon language. One guard quickly left, and the others continued to guard the cavalry.

Soon after, she returned, shouting: "Khal Sote gives you permission to enter."

The gate of the camp opened immediately, and Fogo and his party, led by the female warrior, walked in. In front of them was a wide open space filled with horse-repelling stakes.

All the way up, they passed many carefully arranged and neatly arranged camps, as well as many ingenious defense facilities they had never seen before, which were obviously designed to deal with surprise attacks. Finally, they finally arrived at the top of the hill.

On a piece of green flat land there, stood a tall tent, surrounded by shields that shone in the sunlight. Standing at the door was a group of guards who were much taller than ordinary people.

"This is Kaa's big tent." The female warrior who led the way said, "I have to go back to guard. Goodbye, everyone!"

She turned on her horse and left quickly. The guards in front of the big tent stood silently until Fogo and others got off their horses under their scrutiny. They said in a loud voice:

"Sotka only allows Lord Fogo to enter with one entourage.

"Please hand over your weapons to me before entering."

Fogo's patience had long been worn out. He pulled out the scimitar from his waist and stared at the guard in front of him with sharp eyes, as if the other person was his mortal enemy, and said:

"Even if he is Khal, he cannot insult the son of Khal Ogo."

"Even if you become Khal Fogo now, this is Khal Sote's tent, not your tribe." The guards quickly stepped forward, drew their scimitars, and pointed at the dismounted cavalry.

"Don't be impulsive. If we confront each other with swords, the enemy's mockery will be our only appreciation. Our mission is urgent. Although Soteka's request is unnecessary, you should carry out his orders. Everyone, this is mine. Weapons, take good care of them.”

An elderly Dothraki wearing a gold belt took off his scimitar and held out the handle as a sign of peace. Then he stretched out his hand to hold Fogo's shoulder and said:

"Stop insisting. You are the future Kaa. If you mess up this matter, the tribe's bandits will look down upon you."

Fogo did not further intensify the conflict, because the person who persuaded him was one of the bloodriders of his father Ogo Khal. He gritted his teeth, hesitated for a moment, then inserted the scimitar on the ground and said viciously:

"This is a weapon made from dragon bones. I put it here, but I command you not to touch it. I swear that anyone who attempts to pull it out will be my mortal enemy."

The guard didn't answer. He quietly retracted his scimitar and took a few steps back. He opened the huge and heavy curtain and let the two people in.

The interior of this big tent was extremely spacious, with bright lights everywhere. Their eyes didn't even need to adapt to the brightness inside the tent.

Later, they discovered that there were many brocades hanging on the surrounding curtains, with rich patterns on them. They were all majestic figures, but most of them were placed in the shadows, looking dim and lonely.

Only the middle image, illuminated by two dazzling lights, faintly flashed with golden light: a young man riding a white horse, holding a scimitar high, his black braids fluttering in the wind, The silver horse's mane was flying, as if it was charging towards the enemy in front.

"That's the young Sotka'ao. From the looks of the others, he should be dressed as an enemy he had encountered before." The older Dothraki said quietly to Fogo: "It was with such a heroic appearance that he traveled across the eastern steppe. The remnants of Heilkoron had to surrender and pay tribute to him.”

The country of descendants of Herculon is a ruined ancient kingdom in the east of Essos. It was once glorious and bloody for centuries. In order to defend against the invasion of nomads such as the Dothraki, they built three fortress cities in the Bone Mountains, one of which is It's Shamiliana.

As the rivers and lakes dried up, the once fertile land turned into yellow sand, and this powerful country ceased to exist. The three cities were the last remnants of Heilkoron.

The two people walked forward and crossed the curtains. In the center of the other end of the tent was a huge throne, with a man sitting on it, it was Sotkaao. There was a bright light in his eyes, and he looked at him mercilessly. Fogo glanced at him.

On both sides of his throne stood the female Shamiliana warriors who had appeared in the Doshkarim Hall. In front of him, there sat a woman with white hair braided into long braids that fell to her knees. old man with squinting eyes.

The man on the throne did not move, causing everyone to fall into silence. Finally, Ogo Khal's bloodrider, the elderly Dothraki, had to speak:

"Dear Sote Khal, the horse riding on the world is coming. All allies have gathered. Please tell me about your next plan, otherwise we will be defeated one by one."

The white-haired old man stood up slowly, and both of them noticed that although this man was stooped now, he must have been a hero when he was young, full of the aura of having experienced many battles.

He raised his heavy eyelids, looked at the visitor with his dark eyes, and said solemnly:

"To be honest, Lord Fogo, I really don't want to welcome you. The name I gave you is Zuma, which is not worthy of the trust of the cavalry. If Ogo Khal lets you take power, the wives of the warriors will shed tears of sorrow. Devastated."

After hearing this, Fogo was about to step forward when his father's bloodriders grabbed his shoulders and had to stop and stand there with a face filled with resentment.

The older Dothraki looked solemn, took a step forward, and said in a serious voice:

"Your Excellency, be careful. There is no doubt that you are the wise man here. Sote Khal also relies on you and we respect you. But is this the Dothraki way of hospitality? I have never heard anything like this. ”

"Your gatekeepers blocked us from the camp, and your tent guards forced the distinguished guests to take off their weapons in front of the door. What was this for? Do you want to sharpen Fogo's spirit? Or are you deliberately humiliating the son of Khal Ogo. "

"Your rudeness is equally unwelcome. We are not here to beg for your help. Moreover, at this critical moment when the war is approaching, insulting a warrior who is willing to stand up in crisis also makes me feel that your wisdom is beyond compare. It’s deception and deceit against Sote Khal.”

There should be six chapters left, the war is over, and three more chapters are due.